Training (7)

I was lost in thought, silently staring at the tiles of the bathroom floor. According to him, I couldn’t close the door because I might do something bad, but the idea of disobeying his command and shutting the door filled me with fear about what he might do next.

Why am I facing such trials? I’m not rebellious, nor am I particularly intelligent. I was just a compliant medical student who did well in my studies.

Like most model students, I find myself completely lost in this savage world that defies all the established rules.

“Looks like you’re not in a hurry, then?”

Cane mocked me, and eventually, I let a single tear fall after holding it back for so long. I wasn’t someone who cried often. While I occasionally got teary-eyed during counseling sessions, I had never cried for myself. It felt like I was releasing all the tears I hadn’t shed over the years in just a few days.

I tried to act composed and calm, but emotions would build up and explode without warning.

“Is your main weapon tears, Doctor?”

He said with a smirk, stroking his chin as if he found it amusing.

“Unfortunately, you don’t inspire me. I’d rather see you n*ked, shaking those pretty t*ts and begging.”

“….”

“If I let you close the door, what will I get in return? What can you give?”

I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking. I stubbornly wiped away the tears streaming down my face and held my mouth tightly shut.

“Answer me, Doctor. You need to tell me what you can give so I can think about it and make a decision.”

It seemed like he was serious.

“Alright.”

I had no choice but to concede in this situation.

“What?”

“Please let me close the door. I’ll do whatever you want.”

My voice, after the tears, sounded surprisingly firm.

Just the thought of Cane outside, settling himself in bed while the door was closed, was infuriating and made me want to scream. How much worse would it be if the door were open while I was trying to use the bathroom or shower?

‘I can’t believe this. Really…’

It was pathetic – not wanting to show him how I struggled to relieve myself. He was completely unreasonable.

After cleaning up, I turned on the showerhead above the tub.

The bathtub clanked against the chains, creating a clattering sound. Soon, warm water started pouring out, soaking my body.

“Ah…”

I let out a pleasant sigh. I stood there for a while, letting the cascading water wash over me. The warm water dripped down my hair and body. Just being able to wash made me feel like this situation was somehow bearable – a trick my brain played to survive.

I began to wash my body very slowly. I shampooed my hair and lathered soap all over. I deliberately dragged out the process, wishing time would just stop altogether.

As soon as I finished washing up and stepped outside, I knew I might have to endure this strange conditioning again.

‘I don’t want to go out.’

That was my honest feeling. I hated Cane’s chaotic presence, and I didn’t like how my emotions were getting tangled up.

How much time had passed? I stood under the water until my fingers pruned. The aching muscles relaxed, and the soap bubbles had all vanished, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to leave the bathroom.

The air inside was thick with steamy vapor. The exhaust fan was running, but after leaving the hot water on for so long, it was a lost cause.

Clang—!

It was only a moment before I heard the sound of the door. Startled, I looked over at the heavy door. It hadn’t been fully closed, but now it was wide open. There was Cane, frowning as he hovered in the entrance.

“Cane!”

I shouted and crouched down in the tub.

“How long have you been in here?”

He growled as he strode into the bathroom.

“I’m coming out now, so get out!”

I yelled back sharply.

“Ha!”

Cane scoffed as if he couldn’t believe it. His eyes gleamed with a feral intensity.

“See? This is what happens when I try to be nice. Doctor, don’t you understand the situation?”

As far as I remembered, Cane had never been kind to me—not even once. I couldn’t hold back the rebellious urge that had been simmering inside me.

I didn’t want to meekly comply with his absurd behavior of barging into the bathroom and shouting. Had this been a normal situation, I would have tried to divert the conversation or gently reassure Cane as I usually did.

But I was human too. The repeated stress had made me sensitive and on edge.

“Get lost, Cane. Who do you think you are, acting like this? You filthy—!”

I couldn’t finish my sentence. Cane came closer, a grin on his face, and clamped his hand over my mouth. Crouched down, my body felt small next to his. In the thick steam, Cane’s tall figure almost looked like a monster from legend.

Water from the shower sprayed onto my face, drenching both my skin and his arms.

“Have you said everything you wanted to say?”

Cane asked with a mischievous smile. I wanted to scream, No, I haven’t finished yet! I hadn’t gotten it all out since he had his hand over my mouth. Despite his imposing presence, I glared at him with all my frustration and resentment.

He clicked his tongue as if feeling sorry for me. Then he roughly lifted me to my feet. At the same time, his powerful body stepped into the tub with me. In that movement, his hand slipped away from my mouth.

“Don’t do this! You crazy bastard! Get away from me!”

I tried to turn away and resist, but the size difference was too much. I spun around, my wrists caught tightly and pinned against the wall. It felt like my wrists might break. A cry of pain escaped my lips.

He held one of my wrists up with one hand while the other gripped my exposed br*ast. My flesh squished beneath his grasp.

“Ahhh!”

A high-pitched whimper escaped me, surprising me into silence. The intense sensation radiated from where he was squeezing, sending sharp jolts through my nerves and tightening my lower abdomen.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Cane whispered in my ear. I realized why my body was responding this way—it had to be from that device yesterday. Even just one use had made my chest far more sensitive than usual.

N*bbling on my ear, Cane began lazily cupping my br*asts. His fingertips pressed firmly against my n*pples, which were twisted back and forth by his voluptuous, fleshy hands.

“Ah, yeah, mmmm…”

A soft moan escaped my lips. I’d never been so desperately ar*used, not even when I was having s*x with Theo.

“Your n*pples starting to turn red again.”

My p*ssy moistened as my bottom stiffened with every touch of Cane’s hand. I tried to shake off the pleasure. I shook my head and struggled to get out from under him. But when Cane grabbed my n*pples, twisted them, and rolled them without ej*culating, I could no longer resist.

My legs went weak. Water poured from the shower, soaking not only my body but Cane’s clothes and body as well.

“If you’re going to moan so pretty, why are you saying mean things?”

A whispered voice. Hands cupping my br*asts, teasing my n*pples. A body trembling sensitively. A moan. Breathing. My body heating up, driving me crazy.

“F*ck, hmm, pinch…”

“Another mean word.”

His hand dropped from my br*ast to caress the indentation of my waist, and then he squeezed my as$ firmly.

I gasped. My whole body tingled. I could feel his muscular power lingering in my br*ast.

The big hand cupped my as$ a few times, then slid down to my p*ssy. As soon as I felt it, I shuddered and shook.

“Awww!”

Against my protests, Cane’s fingers slid into my v*gina. His touch was rough as he slid in and out of my tight v*ginal hole. It was the first time he’d ever touched my p*ssy directly.

“Ah, ah!”

“So hot. Doctor.”

“…Hmmm…yeah, hmmm.”

“So wet, so tight.”

His hands rose and fell. I heard the sound of water. I was in a panic. I tried again to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use. Cane’s er*ect p*nis rubbed against my as$, the hardness palpable through the fabric. His thick fingers dug into the root, then slipped out again.

I heard a squeak with every movement. His long fingers darted in and out, pulling the mounds of flesh together before plunging deeper into the hole.

Pleasure, misery, and shame all mixed. Cane knew his way around me, probing and prodding my v*ginal hole again and again, finding the spot where my body stiffened slightly in response and concentrating his thrusts there.

My v*ginal walls tightened, making the sensation of his fingers entering me sharper and more intense.

“I think my finger is going to get cut off, Doc. It really hurts.”

He spoke in a puzzled tone, but his grip was firm and brutal.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

I moaned with each finger thrust. I felt like I was about to climax at any moment. It was funny how I was so angry and defiant just a moment ago, and now I was shaking with pleasure.

“Cane, please, uh, stop!”

I squirmed and writhed, but instead of stopping, his hands became faster and more promiscuous. He stuck two fingers in at once and wiggled them rapidly.

“Aaahhhhh!”

“When we’re done training, you’ll be begging for more, not wanting me to stop.”

The sound of water against flesh was loud as it slid in and out. The inserted finger no longer slid out of the hole but wiggled around inside. The hole forced itself open as the finger wiggled, poking and scratching at the weak spot.

“……! Ughhhhh…!”

A moan escaped my lips as an intense climax shook my body. Cane didn’t stop his hand despite my climax. Instead, he slid another finger in and the three fingers quickly circled my tight, wrinkled hole. My hole was stretched to the limit.

“Ah, please…hmm…yes!”

My eyes went white and the mouth of my hole trembled. The walls of my v*gina and stomach jerked with each thrust of his hand into my hole.